Featherhead is dead. Long live Featherhead
Featherhead arrived here last summer on his way to the killing cone. Seamus got him as his free (throw away) chick from Murray McMurray. Our oldest daughter Isabel took a liking to him so Seamus gave him to her. That's when his name changed from Wayne Newton to Featherhead. Featherhead had a hard time adjusting to his new surroundings and eventually took comfort in the company of turkeys. After Thanksgiving he managed to make friends with a few hens, and everything was going great for him.
Then this summer he started falling off of stuff, and having these little fits. A couple of weeks ago I found him laying on his back with his feet in the air, all but dead. So I helped him out with the transition and buried him in the compost pile. About an hour later I found a hen on a newly hatched clutch of eggs, which almost never happens around here because we collect the eggs religiously. A couple of these chicks are unmistakably Featherheads' progeny.